There is a simple satisfaction in a job that's done. It might be hard, or fiddly, or dirty, or even painful, but when it’s done, and you can stand back and see the results, it’s suddenly worth it. I’m talking, of course, about cleaning the bike.
It’s bug-season in the northern hemisphere, and while I debug the lights and mirrors and my visor after every ride (and on bad days, during as well), the rest of the bike has been waiting a while for a proper clean and polish. It’s an hour or more of bending and twisting and ripping glove and skin on bolt ends and unexpected corners hiding behind the pipes, but once it’s cleaned, dried, debugged, waxed, polished, and I can see my face in the pipes and the mirrors and the engine cover – it’s worth the sore back, stiff muscles and scratched hands.
When pedestrians then stop and point, and people shade their eyes from the sunbursts of the chrome – it’s worth it.
Of course, you still have to debug it all again when you get back…
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